It was in late 2004 that things really started to become clearer to me. I was a junior in college, working towards a Bachelor’s in English Lit, with a chosen minor in Psychology and I was nearing the six year anniversary mark with my high school sweetheart, Dominic �?or Dom, as we all referred to him. After graduation, he moved up with me from the suburbanized area we lived in and attended school in, to the more ‘downtown�?area in Santa Fe where I was getting ready to attend school. I enrolled in fall classes, having graduated a year earlier then I was expected to. I was on the verge of my seventeenth birthday when I graduated high school in May of 2001, and that fall was my very first semester in college. Dom opted for a career, as opposed to taking classes with me, and he sat in Downtown Santa Fe, with a quaint little apartment with three other guys that he worked with. It was quite the bachelor’s pad, with the minor exception that I frequented the apartment damn near twenty-four hours a day. Anytime I wasn’t in classes, doing internship or work-study, I was with Dom at the apartment or the gym. His career of choice was to become a professional wrestler. He’d been working at it since high school, even being on the mediocre wrestling team that our posh private school had. There was about three guys and two girls on the entire team, none of which involved me. He was a year older then I, and graduated as scheduled, of course. I often worked on the side, a few hours daily and on weekends at the gym as a receptionist, just to earn a few extra bucks here and there. That money, of course, went to a vacation I’d wanted to take for years, to backpack through Europe with friends. In 2005, when I finally finished college, I took a full-time, summer job at the gym as a receptionist. Dom was heading in a brand new direction, career-wise and needed the use of two female counterparts to work this new, egotistical, pimpadelic persona he was trying to push…and, as you could imagine, females to fit the role were scarce. As a favor, he asked me to step in and be that female.

Unwittingly, I did. And, it was the biggest career jump of my life, but one I’ll never forget or regret. I accompanied him to the ring on almost a nightly basis, and this was only a temporary fixation until I decided if I wanted to go to graduates school and work towards a Doctorate’s Degree in Psychology…or go in another direction. And, as you can plainly see, I choose another direction. The story would go, I’d get involved in matches, help him win, be the common heel valet girl that ushered her man’s way to success and his biggest rival would find himself a counterpart to even the odds �?sort of. Naturally, he found someone that was skilled in the wrestling craft, leaving yours truly at a severe disadvantage. Of course, with a background in Mixed Martial Arts and Boxing, I wasn’t too weak. I could, at least, defend myself. Regardless, I was no where near ring-ready for matches…especially against someone far more advanced in wrestling then I. Naturally, Dom showed me a few moves to get by, but I was forced to rely on my MMA/Boxing training to really get me through the match. Or…at least…keep me alive. It was at that moment, that I realized…I had a love for the large amount of competition, dedication and training that went in to putting on a successful wrestling match. After that match, I began to take a more thorough look at my life and the career decisions I had made or was about to make. I found an entirely new journey that I wanted to embark on. Wrestling.

After that match, I took it upon myself to study matches, to watch the performers and even sought the advice of my beau, Dom, to show me a thing or two on the wrestling side. To him, it was far too barbaric for me, but what he didn’t know about his precious little Yvie, was that she had a very hardcore, barbaric side to her as well. Instead of going through him to train, I went through some of the others guys, who took me under their wing. In the organization we were with, there were, maybe, six girls. The champion at the time, was Donna Damage, a girl that looked more like a man than Joanie ‘Chyna�?Laurer. She injured herself during a huge match, and was forced to vacate the belt. The company I was training with set up a huge tournament, allowing any female within the company to compete for the vacated belt; I signed my name up without hesitation, even though I had very little wrestling training under my belt. Three guys helped to prepare me for the match, and I appreciate every ounce of advice that they’d given me during that time. Luckily, with the minimum training I had, I cemented my spot in the finals, competing against two other ladies in a triple threat for the vacated belt and I walked out with the gold.

No one took me seriously, at first…until they saw the passion, the heart and the dedication that I displayed during that match. To say I amazed people would be a grand understatement. After that match, I took a much more active role in wrestling, even getting more attention then Dom, which slowly started to present some problems. From the encouragement of the company, I flew to the LA area to compete in a huge female tournament against some of the very best along the Indy coastline, and managed to walk out with a lot more experience and a few choice awards that I hold near and dear to me. It was there, that I first met the one woman that saw something in me, that gave me the chance and that really brought the fight out in me; Kandice Blake. She took an immediate liking in me, seeing something in me that really stood out. Even with my lack in experience. She flew to Santa Fe and caught a few more of my matches, even moving down to the area temporarily, to train me. In April of 2006, she set up an interview and audition video and sent it to a company that was up and coming, All-Star Wrestling Alliance. I became one of the first females that they ever signed with the company, and soon to be the only female they continued to book. I was, in more ways then one, the Queen of AWA. And it felt damn good to have an honor like that, still being so new. At the end of May, I became the first ever and only female to hold the AWA Women’s Championship. Holding it for two solid months, I was stripped of the belt…but not in a way that one might think.

Management knew that there was a severe lack in the Women’s Division, and rather then penalizing me for being the only girl there willing to compete, he did away with the entire division, keeping only me, and stripped the belt, retiring it in my honor. It was then, that he announced my arrival in the “men’s division�?allowing me every opportunity that any man would normally have. Of course, things never quite panned out the way I would’ve wanted them to, by August of 2006 the company had closed it’s doors. I continued my venture in wrestling, doing a few Indy gigs here and there, and managed to score up a two year winning streak.

I suffered my first loss �?as sad and tragic as it was for me �?in December of 2007, while competing in a company based out of Ontario, Canada called…dundundun…Ontario Pro. I was on my way to becoming the Ontario Pro Champion and sadly, lost by a single hair. Literally. I knew that, going out there I’d put on the best show I could and give all that I had, and I did that. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t enough to score another win. After Ontario Pro, I suffered a minor set back, having injured myself over the winter break on a sky trip in Aspen and soon enough, I was fully recuperated and back in action. I underwent some training with the great superstar himself, Kevin Sane. He and I became quite close during the course of winter and still are considerably close �?as friends, obviously, and he took me to Japan with him, when he trained and competed there. He really helped to expand my horizons as far as competition goes, and helped to further develop my move set, which has only proven to help me more then hurt me. He built my strength and my confidence and, a great portion of the person I am today, is thanks to him. I also underwent exclusive tutelage with the Dame to Die for herself, Scarlett Manson.

In August I signed with a company that had definitely had it's far share of up's and down's in the industry, Ultimate Pro Wrestling but that venture was short lived. There was way too many things going on there that I just couldn't quite adjust to. Not competitive wise, just morally and -- of course, career-wise. I'd underwent a make-over, dying my blonde hair black but I wasn't willing to compromise everything that made me...well..me...just to satisfy a company that was based of blonde bimbos with balloon's for breasts. It's not who I was, and it wasn't who I wanted to be. I was a wrestler, not a Barbie Doll for hire and, that's when I made the decision to flee the company before I really got a start. Although, I did manage to add an impress four-win streak to my record, which was a pretty awesome "come back" start. Of course, that was back in August and, here we are in December...and yeah, I've signed with a new company...one that, I must admit, I've always wanted to be a part of since it's opening way back in the early part of summer 2007; Pro Wrestling Inc. It's created legends such as Chance Kennedy, and even managed to make legends of yesteryear even bigger legends...if that is possible -- or gramatically correct.

And, in case anyone was wondering…Dom and I…we broke up. After almost ten years together, his true self began to show when he saw the amount of success I was gaining thanks to going pro and having someone like Kandice Blake as my manager, agent and trainer. And, I’m pretty sure, seeing me work so closely with the likes of Kevin Sane and Scarlett Manson, his stomach is certainly turning now. Not to mention the fact that I’ve been successful in virtually everything I’ve done career-wise and he can never step foot in a ring again, do to some major damage done to his knees �?I’m sure he’s kicking himself in the pants for letting something like this �?someone like me �?go. Oh well, his loss, right? It’s been two years since the break-up, and I’ve been happily single since. I’ve proven that I don’t need a man at my side to be successful, to be happy or to enjoy my life. I’ve dated, I’ve had people I was “close to�?�?allow me to elaborate �?people of the opposite sex, I was close to. But never got into a relationship. Unlike some people in this world �?male and female alike �?I don’t need a relationship to justify who I am. I don’t need a man at my side constantly. I guess that’s what makes me so much more different then most others. I rely on no one else but me. Say what you wish about that mindset, but look at my career compared to those that rely on their relationship status to solidify who they are, to display their talents, to get them by. A two-time champion, with only a single career loss in over two years �?including my time in Japan �?I’ve become the virtual Queen of two separate companies and have trained with true legends in the wrestling business. Where are most of them? Sitting on the sidelines, watching as the rest of the world passes them by. I will never do that. I will never be that person.

Sunday, December 21st, 2008 �?12 in the afternoon
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The date was Sunday, December 21st and damn was it cold outside...even for Florida weather. The sun could not have been more transparent, as it hid behind mounds and mounds of cold clouds and cool, brisk weather. Despite the Decemberness that the weather showed off...and the fact that Christmas was less then twenty-four whole days away -- it was still pretty nice weather out. Not as cold as it is in say...New York or something. But still, much colder then us Floridians would've liked for it to be...those of us accustom to the scorching hot sun and beach-like atmosphere of Spring and Summer...and most of Fall...time.

As the noon hour struck, the sounds of �?STRONG>That’s What You Get�?by Paramore filled the silent air. Lying on a clean, shiny glass table, inside of a home filled with pink, black, silver and white, was a pink and black Apple iPhone. It continued to ring, an unrecognizable number appearing on the caller ID and, shortly thereafter, a petite, somewhat tall, raven-haired figure came into play. I had more then just an ample sized chest; I was very well endowed and all natural. Unlike so many in this business, there wasn’t an ounce of fakeness on me, and that’s exactly how I preferred it. Sporting a deep black baby-tee with an imprint of Tinkerbelle from Disney’s Peter Pan on the front, the words “Think Tink�?are written underneath. Its mid-drift bearing, but not completely slutty and covers a majority of my body. The neckline, however, is deep and it’s somewhat tight �?not to mention the bra underneath it is more then likely a push-up, mainly because they were just “in-style�?at the time. So, thanks to all that, my ample chest was barely managing to hang inside the shirt without ripping it right down the middle, but then again, knowing me and my style, I wasn’t known to wear outfits that made me look like a complete and total tramp. Covering the bottom portion of my body was a pair of ripped, figure-fitting jeans. They were denim, but not the dark, dark blue jean type and the ripped style on them was natural and sort of free-flowing. Around my slender waist was a black, stitched belt, much like you’d see when a person wears Dickey branded pants. For the buckle, however, was a huge heart with a black outline and a rhinestone embroidered pink skull in the center. Circling the skull was the phrase “Queen of Hearts�?�?which is what I was most known for. And covering my feet, were a pair of pink and black Vans with black shoe laces. My dark black hair was left down, draping over my slender shoulders. It was somewhat curled, but not completely. For whatever reason, I felt like curling my hair today.

As I stretched across the table, grabbing my phone, I immediately looked at the number. Scrunching my nose up, I noticed that the number was not one that I immediately recognized; however, I accepted the call anyway. �?/SPAN>Hello�?I said, as my soft voice rang through the other end of the phone line. “Hello�?a deeper, more masculine voice replied, through the phone. �?/SPAN>May I speak with Yvette Zam…Zam-a-rypa, please?�?he asked. I let out a soft giggle. It was a common thing, for most people to mispronounce my last name…although, when you actually heard it out loud, your first thought is 'that’s not so hard to pronounce now�? Clearing my throat, trying not to laugh in this gentlemen’s ear, I replied �?/SPAN>This is she�?/SPAN>�?with a smile on my face, as I tilted my body to the side some, leaning against one of the chairs at the table. �?/SPAN>Hello, Miss Zam-a-rypa…this Adam Castiel, the owner of Professional Wrestling Inc. And I and my administrative team just finished watching some of the clips that were submitted by your agent, Miss. Kandice Blake. And, if I do say so myself, we were impressed with what we saw. We would love to offer you a full contract with our organization PWI. We’re not a fairly new company, however, we have gone under some recent changes, and would definitely be pleased to meet with you in person, go over the terms of the contract and have you join our group. How does that sound?�?he asked. I had a smile on my face. To say I was utterly giddy would probably be a severe understatement. I was happy as hell and could not wait to sign on the dotted line. I’d seen the company before, I’ve watched a few of the shows, caught a few live, I’ve seen the talent that the company has and it’d be an honor to, not only work with the likes of Adam Castiel, but to be apart of a company again. �?/SPAN>Well, I’d be delighted to meet with you and discuss a contract. I am free any time this week to fly out and have a sit down with you and your administrative team, just let me know when and where and I’ll be there, definitely�?I said, in a rather excited tone.

�?/SPAN>That’s the type of encouragement we’d like to hear�?Adam replied, pretty satisfied himself. �?/SPAN>We’d love for you to be out this week and meet with our team at the next house show which is in Atlanta. We’ll have a ticket in the mail for you today and you should get it before the show. When you arrive, just head from the hotel to the arena and we can discuss things there. My entire team will be on hand to meet with you. Thanks for your time and we look forward to meeting with you�?he said. Before hanging up, however, he chimed in with one more comment. �?/SPAN>Oh, and Miss. Zam-a-rypa, we also got word from your agent that you would like to compete in matches outside of the formalities of the Women’s Division, and we are more then happy to oblige by your request�?he said, which seemed to make Yvette even more happy. I’d had my fair share of women’s division, women’s title, and women’s matches. I definitely wanted to up my game and see how I’d fair against the men in the business. This was my golden opportunity, and the fact that PWI was willing to give in to my one, lowly little request, definitely made me feel more at ease in signing with the company. �?/SPAN>Sure�?I responded, in a very giddy tone. �?/SPAN>I will be expecting that letter in the mail and I look forward to meeting with you later this week. Thanks so much!�?I continued, trying to stay as professional as possible, even though I wanted to scream louder then all hell!

I was finally getting a huge break in my career and could not be any more excited now, then ever before. As we hung up the phones, I placed mine on the desk with a smile on my face. �?/SPAN>Perfect�?I exclaimed, as I gently rolled my tongue along my bottom lip. �?/SPAN>I cannot wait to meet with them�?I said, with a smile on my face. As I turned, I looked at my phone one final time, before laying it back on the glass table. The ringer was still on, obviously, as I sauntered towards the kitchen in aim of some food and a cold beverage. This Sunday was starting off pretty okay, if I do say so myself and…by later this week…I’ll have a contract with a company again. Could my world be anymore perfect right now?!

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 �?7 in the evening
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Days had passed, since I received that prized phone call, and the closer time grew for me to actually sit down and meet with Mr. Castiel and his crew, the more excited I’d become. Finally, the day was upon us and, for whatever reason, I was dressed to impress. In more ways then one. As I parked my 2008 Onyx Black, Cadillac Escalade truck in the parking garage that was designated for the staff of the arena and the stars of PWI, I slowly exited the vehicle. The heels of my slightly platform, leather knee boots hit the concrete ground. They laced up the front and had little pink skulls embroidered in the heel part of the shoe. As I walked around the car, closing the door shut and activating the alarm, I looked at my surroundings. They were pretty satisfying, to be honest. My attention turned to the arena’s doors, as I ran one of my black painted fingernails through my slick, long, raven-black hair. The light breeze that was blowing in tonight’s wind -- and despite it being December and only two days left before Christmas, it really wasn't as cold as one would think it would be...for winter time anyway -- seemed to blow my hair about some, and it was up to me to fix it. As I ran my hand down my attire for this evening, I adjusted the micro-mini I was wearing tonight. It was black and cheerleader cropped with a single pink lining around the bottom. The top was pink as well, to match the lining of the skirt, and had a black Bad Kitty imprint across the center of my chest. It was slightly low-cut, but I still maintained a style that kept me out of the sluts-r-us category, without having to hide all of my sex appeal. The sleeves on the shirt stopped right at the top of my arms, just around the shoulders and showed off a majority of my silky smooth, naturally tanned, skin tone. As I aimed for the doors, I showed the attending security man the badge and pass that was left for me at the hotel, allowing me access into the arena. He instructed me of the direction that I needed to head, in order to meet with Mr. Castiel, and off I went, in that direction.

I was fairly certain that the security guard was checking me out as I walked away �?most of them did when they came across pretty ladies, but I never turned my attention to him. Not even to wave goodbye or for a general smile.

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 �?8:45 in the evening
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An hour and forty-five minutes after my original arrival at tonight’s venue, I reemerged from the confines of Mr. Castiel’s office. Shaking hands with a few of his constituents, my contract had been signed and as of 7:30 pm, I was an official PWI contracted star. I was excited, knowing full well that sometime within the next week or two; I’d be having my very first match. And that was pretty damn exciting. Taking in the sights and sounds that I’d soon become quite accustomed to, I saw a few of the people I would be working with over the course of…well…until my contract ran out or the company closed its doors �?whichever happened first. I was pretty excited to be signed to a new company, and, though some of the stars I managed to run into gave me snarled glares and snobbish looks �?the likes of legends like Chance Kennedy and Ambika Renton -- I still felt pretty damn confident about my career and journey with PWI. Okay so, maybe the look from Ambika wasn't exactly snobbish, but she did size me up…pretty sure she’d known by now that I was future competition for her. Those two were like the Trish Stratus and Lita of PWI; only…a lot less manish looking and a lot more skilled and talented, athletically speaking. I’d manage to come across girls like Chance quite often in my life. Girls �?and even guys �?like her were a dime a dozen. She’d begun judging me before actually getting to know me; assuming that I was just some piece of fresh meat that she could easily devour and, soon enough would devour. What she  didn’t seem to understand, though, was that I was a lot more then some “newb�?that she’d be able to beat the crap out of. Of course, in the back of my mind...as I walked by her…I wondered what would really happen should she and I ever come face to face inside the squared circle. Well, that and…I happened to catch a quick scan of the bracelt she'd been wearing that night and began thinking...'btw; I like your charm bracelet' -- an obviously self-designed charm bracelet...dedicated to herself, her accomplishments and her always fashionable style…mixed with her not-so-fashionable lifestyle.

TO BE CONTINUED BY�?ANYONE…I GUESS.

It was in late 2004 that things really started to become clearer to me. I was a junior in college, working towards a Bachelor’s in English Lit, with a chosen minor in Psychology and I was nearing the six year anniversary mark with my high school sweetheart, Dominic �?or Dom, as we all referred to him. After graduation, he moved up with me from the suburbanized area we lived in and attended school in, to the more ‘downtown�?area in Santa Fe where I was getting ready to attend school. I enrolled in fall classes, having graduated a year earlier then I was expected to. I was on the verge of my seventeenth birthday when I graduated high school in May of 2001, and that fall was my very first semester in college. Dom opted for a career, as opposed to taking classes with me, and he sat in Downtown Santa Fe, with a quaint little apartment with three other guys that he worked with. It was quite the bachelor’s pad, with the minor exception that I frequented the apartment damn near twenty-four hours a day. Anytime I wasn’t in classes, doing internship or work-study, I was with Dom at the apartment or the gym. His career of choice was to become a professional wrestler. He’d been working at it since high school, even being on the mediocre wrestling team that our posh private school had. There was about three guys and two girls on the entire team, none of which involved me. He was a year older then I, and graduated as scheduled, of course. I often worked on the side, a few hours daily and on weekends at the gym as a receptionist, just to earn a few extra bucks here and there. That money, of course, went to a vacation I’d wanted to take for years, to backpack through Europe with friends. In 2005, when I finally finished college, I took a full-time, summer job at the gym as a receptionist. Dom was heading in a brand new direction, career-wise and needed the use of two female counterparts to work this new, egotistical, pimpadelic persona he was trying to push…and, as you could imagine, females to fit the role were scarce. As a favor, he asked me to step in and be that female.

Unwittingly, I did. And, it was the biggest career jump of my life, but one I’ll never forget or regret. I accompanied him to the ring on almost a nightly basis, and this was only a temporary fixation until I decided if I wanted to go to graduates school and work towards a Doctorate’s Degree in Psychology…or go in another direction. And, as you can plainly see, I choose another direction. The story would go, I’d get involved in matches, help him win, be the common heel valet girl that ushered her man’s way to success and his biggest rival would find himself a counterpart to even the odds �?sort of. Naturally, he found someone that was skilled in the wrestling craft, leaving yours truly at a severe disadvantage. Of course, with a background in Mixed Martial Arts and Boxing, I wasn’t too weak. I could, at least, defend myself. Regardless, I was no where near ring-ready for matches…especially against someone far more advanced in wrestling then I. Naturally, Dom showed me a few moves to get by, but I was forced to rely on my MMA/Boxing training to really get me through the match. Or…at least…keep me alive. It was at that moment, that I realized…I had a love for the large amount of competition, dedication and training that went in to putting on a successful wrestling match. After that match, I began to take a more thorough look at my life and the career decisions I had made or was about to make. I found an entirely new journey that I wanted to embark on. Wrestling.

After that match, I took it upon myself to study matches, to watch the performers and even sought the advice of my beau, Dom, to show me a thing or two on the wrestling side. To him, it was far too barbaric for me, but what he didn’t know about his precious little Yvie, was that she had a very hardcore, barbaric side to her as well. Instead of going through him to train, I went through some of the others guys, who took me under their wing. In the organization we were with, there were, maybe, six girls. The champion at the time, was Donna Damage, a girl that looked more like a man than Joanie ‘Chyna�?Laurer. She injured herself during a huge match, and was forced to vacate the belt. The company I was training with set up a huge tournament, allowing any female within the company to compete for the vacated belt; I signed my name up without hesitation, even though I had very little wrestling training under my belt. Three guys helped to prepare me for the match, and I appreciate every ounce of advice that they’d given me during that time. Luckily, with the minimum training I had, I cemented my spot in the finals, competing against two other ladies in a triple threat for the vacated belt and I walked out with the gold.

No one took me seriously, at first…until they saw the passion, the heart and the dedication that I displayed during that match. To say I amazed people would be a grand understatement. After that match, I took a much more active role in wrestling, even getting more attention then Dom, which slowly started to present some problems. From the encouragement of the company, I flew to the LA area to compete in a huge female tournament against some of the very best along the Indy coastline, and managed to walk out with a lot more experience and a few choice awards that I hold near and dear to me. It was there, that I first met the one woman that saw something in me, that gave me the chance and that really brought the fight out in me; Kandice Blake. She took an immediate liking in me, seeing something in me that really stood out. Even with my lack in experience. She flew to Santa Fe and caught a few more of my matches, even moving down to the area temporarily, to train me. In April of 2006, she set up an interview and audition video and sent it to a company that was up and coming, All-Star Wrestling Alliance. I became one of the first females that they ever signed with the company, and soon to be the only female they continued to book. I was, in more ways then one, the Queen of AWA. And it felt damn good to have an honor like that, still being so new. At the end of May, I became the first ever and only female to hold the AWA Women’s Championship. Holding it for two solid months, I was stripped of the belt…but not in a way that one might think.

Management knew that there was a severe lack in the Women’s Division, and rather then penalizing me for being the only girl there willing to compete, he did away with the entire division, keeping only me, and stripped the belt, retiring it in my honor. It was then, that he announced my arrival in the “men’s division�?allowing me every opportunity that any man would normally have. Of course, things never quite panned out the way I would’ve wanted them to, by August of 2006 the company had closed it’s doors. I continued my venture in wrestling, doing a few Indy gigs here and there, and managed to score up a two year winning streak.

I suffered my first loss �?as sad and tragic as it was for me �?in December of 2007, while competing in a company based out of Ontario, Canada called…dundundun…Ontario Pro. I was on my way to becoming the Ontario Pro Champion and sadly, lost by a single hair. Literally. I knew that, going out there I’d put on the best show I could and give all that I had, and I did that. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t enough to score another win. After Ontario Pro, I suffered a minor set back, having injured myself over the winter break on a sky trip in Aspen and soon enough, I was fully recuperated and back in action. I underwent some training with the great superstar himself, Kevin Sane. He and I became quite close during the course of winter and still are considerably close �?as friends, obviously, and he took me to Japan with him, when he trained and competed there. He really helped to expand my horizons as far as competition goes, and helped to further develop my move set, which has only proven to help me more then hurt me. He built my strength and my confidence and, a great portion of the person I am today, is thanks to him. I also underwent exclusive tutelage with the Dame to Die for herself, Scarlett Manson.

In August I signed with a company that had definitely had it's far share of up's and down's in the industry, Ultimate Pro Wrestling but that venture was short lived. There was way too many things going on there that I just couldn't quite adjust to. Not competitive wise, just morally and -- of course, career-wise. I'd underwent a make-over, dying my blonde hair black but I wasn't willing to compromise everything that made me...well..me...just to satisfy a company that was based of blonde bimbos with balloon's for breasts. It's not who I was, and it wasn't who I wanted to be. I was a wrestler, not a Barbie Doll for hire and, that's when I made the decision to flee the company before I really got a start. Although, I did manage to add an impress four-win streak to my record, which was a pretty awesome "come back" start. Of course, that was back in August and, here we are in December...and yeah, I've signed with a new company...one that, I must admit, I've always wanted to be a part of since it's opening way back in the early part of summer 2007; Pro Wrestling Inc. It's created legends such as Chance Kennedy, and even managed to make legends of yesteryear even bigger legends...if that is possible -- or gramatically correct.

And, in case anyone was wondering…Dom and I…we broke up. After almost ten years together, his true self began to show when he saw the amount of success I was gaining thanks to going pro and having someone like Kandice Blake as my manager, agent and trainer. And, I’m pretty sure, seeing me work so closely with the likes of Kevin Sane and Scarlett Manson, his stomach is certainly turning now. Not to mention the fact that I’ve been successful in virtually everything I’ve done career-wise and he can never step foot in a ring again, do to some major damage done to his knees �?I’m sure he’s kicking himself in the pants for letting something like this �?someone like me �?go. Oh well, his loss, right? It’s been two years since the break-up, and I’ve been happily single since. I’ve proven that I don’t need a man at my side to be successful, to be happy or to enjoy my life. I’ve dated, I’ve had people I was “close to�?�?allow me to elaborate �?people of the opposite sex, I was close to. But never got into a relationship. Unlike some people in this world �?male and female alike �?I don’t need a relationship to justify who I am. I don’t need a man at my side constantly. I guess that’s what makes me so much more different then most others. I rely on no one else but me. Say what you wish about that mindset, but look at my career compared to those that rely on their relationship status to solidify who they are, to display their talents, to get them by. A two-time champion, with only a single career loss in over two years �?including my time in Japan �?I’ve become the virtual Queen of two separate companies and have trained with true legends in the wrestling business. Where are most of them? Sitting on the sidelines, watching as the rest of the world passes them by. I will never do that. I will never be that person.

Sunday, December 21st, 2008 �?12 in the afternoon
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The date was Sunday, December 21st and damn was it cold outside...even for Florida weather. The sun could not have been more transparent, as it hid behind mounds and mounds of cold clouds and cool, brisk weather. Despite the Decemberness that the weather showed off...and the fact that Christmas was less then twenty-four whole days away -- it was still pretty nice weather out. Not as cold as it is in say...New York or something. But still, much colder then us Floridians would've liked for it to be...those of us accustom to the scorching hot sun and beach-like atmosphere of Spring and Summer...and most of Fall...time.

As the noon hour struck, the sounds of �?STRONG>That’s What You Get�?by Paramore filled the silent air. Lying on a clean, shiny glass table, inside of a home filled with pink, black, silver and white, was a pink and black Apple iPhone. It continued to ring, an unrecognizable number appearing on the caller ID and, shortly thereafter, a petite, somewhat tall, raven-haired figure came into play. I had more then just an ample sized chest; I was very well endowed and all natural. Unlike so many in this business, there wasn’t an ounce of fakeness on me, and that’s exactly how I preferred it. Sporting a deep black baby-tee with an imprint of Tinkerbelle from Disney’s Peter Pan on the front, the words “Think Tink�?are written underneath. Its mid-drift bearing, but not completely slutty and covers a majority of my body. The neckline, however, is deep and it’s somewhat tight �?not to mention the bra underneath it is more then likely a push-up, mainly because they were just “in-style�?at the time. So, thanks to all that, my ample chest was barely managing to hang inside the shirt without ripping it right down the middle, but then again, knowing me and my style, I wasn’t known to wear outfits that made me look like a complete and total tramp. Covering the bottom portion of my body was a pair of ripped, figure-fitting jeans. They were denim, but not the dark, dark blue jean type and the ripped style on them was natural and sort of free-flowing. Around my slender waist was a black, stitched belt, much like you’d see when a person wears Dickey branded pants. For the buckle, however, was a huge heart with a black outline and a rhinestone embroidered pink skull in the center. Circling the skull was the phrase “Queen of Hearts�?�?which is what I was most known for. And covering my feet, were a pair of pink and black Vans with black shoe laces. My dark black hair was left down, draping over my slender shoulders. It was somewhat curled, but not completely. For whatever reason, I felt like curling my hair today.

As I stretched across the table, grabbing my phone, I immediately looked at the number. Scrunching my nose up, I noticed that the number was not one that I immediately recognized; however, I accepted the call anyway. �?/SPAN>Hello�?I said, as my soft voice rang through the other end of the phone line. �?FONT color=#ff0099>Hello�?a deeper, more masculine voice replied, through the phone. �?/SPAN>May I speak with Yvette Zam…Zam-a-rypa, please?�?he asked. I let out a soft giggle. It was a common thing, for most people to mispronounce my last name…although, when you actually heard it out loud, your first thought is 'that’s not so hard to pronounce now�? Clearing my throat, trying not to laugh in this gentlemen’s ear, I replied �?/SPAN>This is she�?/FONT>�?with a smile on my face, as I tilted my body to the side some, leaning against one of the chairs at the table. �?/SPAN>Hello, Miss Zam-a-rypa…this Adam Castiel, the owner of Professional Wrestling Inc. And I and my administrative team just finished watching some of the clips that were submitted by your agent, Miss. Kandice Blake. And, if I do say so myself, we were impressed with what we saw. We would love to offer you a full contract with our organization PWI. We’re not a fairly new company, however, we have gone under some recent changes, and would definitely be pleased to meet with you in person, go over the terms of the contract and have you join our group. How does that sound?�?he asked. I had a smile on my face. To say I was utterly giddy would probably be a severe understatement. I was happy as hell and could not wait to sign on the dotted line. I’d seen the company before, I’ve watched a few of the shows, caught a few live, I’ve seen the talent that the company has and it’d be an honor to, not only work with the likes of Adam Castiel, but to be apart of a company again. �?/SPAN>Well, I’d be delighted to meet with you and discuss a contract. I am free any time this week to fly out and have a sit down with you and your administrative team, just let me know when and where and I’ll be there, definitely�?I said, in a rather excited tone.

�?/SPAN>That’s the type of encouragement we’d like to hear�?Adam replied, pretty satisfied himself. �?/SPAN>We’d love for you to be out this week and meet with our team at the next house show which is in Atlanta. We’ll have a ticket in the mail for you today and you should get it before the show. When you arrive, just head from the hotel to the arena and we can discuss things there. My entire team will be on hand to meet with you. Thanks for your time and we look forward to meeting with you�?he said. Before hanging up, however, he chimed in with one more comment. �?/SPAN>Oh, and Miss. Zam-a-rypa, we also got word from your agent that you would like to compete in matches outside of the formalities of the Women’s Division, and we are more then happy to oblige by your request�?he said, which seemed to make Yvette even more happy. I’d had my fair share of women’s division, women’s title, and women’s matches. I definitely wanted to up my game and see how I’d fair against the men in the business. This was my golden opportunity, and the fact that PWI was willing to give in to my one, lowly little request, definitely made me feel more at ease in signing with the company. �?/SPAN>Sure�?I responded, in a very giddy tone. �?/SPAN>I will be expecting that letter in the mail and I look forward to meeting with you later this week. Thanks so much!�?I continued, trying to stay as professional as possible, even though I wanted to scream louder then all hell!

I was finally getting a huge break in my career and could not be any more excited now, then ever before. As we hung up the phones, I placed mine on the desk with a smile on my face. �?/SPAN>Perfect�?I exclaimed, as I gently rolled my tongue along my bottom lip. �?/SPAN>I cannot wait to meet with them�?I said, with a smile on my face. As I turned, I looked at my phone one final time, before laying it back on the glass table. The ringer was still on, obviously, as I sauntered towards the kitchen in aim of some food and a cold beverage. This Sunday was starting off pretty okay, if I do say so myself and…by later this week…I’ll have a contract with a company again. Could my world be anymore perfect right now?!

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 �?7 in the evening
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Days had passed, since I received that prized phone call, and the closer time grew for me to actually sit down and meet with Mr. Castiel and his crew, the more excited I’d become. Finally, the day was upon us and, for whatever reason, I was dressed to impress. In more ways then one. As I parked my 2008 Onyx Black, Cadillac Escalade truck in the parking garage that was designated for the staff of the arena and the stars of PWI, I slowly exited the vehicle. The heels of my slightly platform, leather knee boots hit the concrete ground. They laced up the front and had little pink skulls embroidered in the heel part of the shoe. As I walked around the car, closing the door shut and activating the alarm, I looked at my surroundings. They were pretty satisfying, to be honest. My attention turned to the arena’s doors, as I ran one of my black painted fingernails through my slick, long, raven-black hair. The light breeze that was blowing in tonight’s wind -- and despite it being December and only two days left before Christmas, it really wasn't as cold as one would think it would be...for winter time anyway -- seemed to blow my hair about some, and it was up to me to fix it. As I ran my hand down my attire for this evening, I adjusted the micro-mini I was wearing tonight. It was black and cheerleader cropped with a single pink lining around the bottom. The top was pink as well, to match the lining of the skirt, and had a black Bad Kitty imprint across the center of my chest. It was slightly low-cut, but I still maintained a style that kept me out of the sluts-r-us category, without having to hide all of my sex appeal. The sleeves on the shirt stopped right at the top of my arms, just around the shoulders and showed off a majority of my silky smooth, naturally tanned, skin tone. As I aimed for the doors, I showed the attending security man the badge and pass that was left for me at the hotel, allowing me access into the arena. He instructed me of the direction that I needed to head, in order to meet with Mr. Castiel, and off I went, in that direction.

I was fairly certain that the security guard was checking me out as I walked away �?most of them did when they came across pretty ladies, but I never turned my attention to him. Not even to wave goodbye or for a general smile.

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 �?8:45 in the evening
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An hour and forty-five minutes after my original arrival at tonight’s venue, I reemerged from the confines of Mr. Castiel’s office. Shaking hands with a few of his constituents, my contract had been signed and as of 7:30 pm, I was an official PWI contracted star. I was excited, knowing full well that sometime within the next week or two; I’d be having my very first match. And that was pretty damn exciting. Taking in the sights and sounds that I’d soon become quite accustomed to, I saw a few of the people I would be working with over the course of…well…until my contract ran out or the company closed its doors �?whichever happened first. I was pretty excited to be signed to a new company, and, though some of the stars I managed to run into gave me snarled glares and snobbish looks �?the likes of legends like Chance Kennedy and Ambika Renton -- I still felt pretty damn confident about my career and journey with PWI. Okay so, maybe the look from Ambika wasn't exactly snobbish, but she did size me up…pretty sure she’d known by now that I was future competition for her. Those two were like the Trish Stratus and Lita of PWI; only…a lot less manish looking and a lot more skilled and talented, athletically speaking. I’d manage to come across girls like Chance quite often in my life. Girls �?and even guys �?like her were a dime a dozen. She’d begun judging me before actually getting to know me; assuming that I was just some piece of fresh meat that she could easily devour and, soon enough would devour. What she  didn’t seem to understand, though, was that I was a lot more then some “newb�?that she’d be able to beat the crap out of. Of course, in the back of my mind...as I walked by her…I wondered what would really happen should she and I ever come face to face inside the squared circle. Well, that and…I happened to catch a quick scan of the bracelt she'd been wearing that night and began thinking...'btw; I like your charm bracelet' -- an obviously self-designed charm bracelet...dedicated to herself, her accomplishments and her always fashionable style…mixed with her not-so-fashionable lifestyle.

TO BE CONTINUED BY�?ANYONE…I GUESS.

It was in late 2004 that things really started to become clearer to me. I was a junior in college, working towards a Bachelor’s in English Lit, with a chosen minor in Psychology and I was nearing the six year anniversary mark with my high school sweetheart, Dominic �?or Dom, as we all referred to him. After graduation, he moved up with me from the suburbanized area we lived in and attended school in, to the more ‘downtown�?area in Santa Fe where I was getting ready to attend school. I enrolled in fall classes, having graduated a year earlier then I was expected to. I was on the verge of my seventeenth birthday when I graduated high school in May of 2001, and that fall was my very first semester in college. Dom opted for a career, as opposed to taking classes with me, and he sat in Downtown Santa Fe, with a quaint little apartment with three other guys that he worked with. It was quite the bachelor’s pad, with the minor exception that I frequented the apartment damn near twenty-four hours a day. Anytime I wasn’t in classes, doing internship or work-study, I was with Dom at the apartment or the gym. His career of choice was to become a professional wrestler. He’d been working at it since high school, even being on the mediocre wrestling team that our posh private school had. There was about three guys and two girls on the entire team, none of which involved me. He was a year older then I, and graduated as scheduled, of course. I often worked on the side, a few hours daily and on weekends at the gym as a receptionist, just to earn a few extra bucks here and there. That money, of course, went to a vacation I’d wanted to take for years, to backpack through Europe with friends. In 2005, when I finally finished college, I took a full-time, summer job at the gym as a receptionist. Dom was heading in a brand new direction, career-wise and needed the use of two female counterparts to work this new, egotistical, pimpadelic persona he was trying to push…and, as you could imagine, females to fit the role were scarce. As a favor, he asked me to step in and be that female.

Unwittingly, I did. And, it was the biggest career jump of my life, but one I’ll never forget or regret. I accompanied him to the ring on almost a nightly basis, and this was only a temporary fixation until I decided if I wanted to go to graduates school and work towards a Doctorate’s Degree in Psychology…or go in another direction. And, as you can plainly see, I choose another direction. The story would go, I’d get involved in matches, help him win, be the common heel valet girl that ushered her man’s way to success and his biggest rival would find himself a counterpart to even the odds �?sort of. Naturally, he found someone that was skilled in the wrestling craft, leaving yours truly at a severe disadvantage. Of course, with a background in Mixed Martial Arts and Boxing, I wasn’t too weak. I could, at least, defend myself. Regardless, I was no where near ring-ready for matches…especially against someone far more advanced in wrestling then I. Naturally, Dom showed me a few moves to get by, but I was forced to rely on my MMA/Boxing training to really get me through the match. Or…at least…keep me alive. It was at that moment, that I realized…I had a love for the large amount of competition, dedication and training that went in to putting on a successful wrestling match. After that match, I began to take a more thorough look at my life and the career decisions I had made or was about to make. I found an entirely new journey that I wanted to embark on. Wrestling.

After that match, I took it upon myself to study matches, to watch the performers and even sought the advice of my beau, Dom, to show me a thing or two on the wrestling side. To him, it was far too barbaric for me, but what he didn’t know about his precious little Yvie, was that she had a very hardcore, barbaric side to her as well. Instead of going through him to train, I went through some of the others guys, who took me under their wing. In the organization we were with, there were, maybe, six girls. The champion at the time, was Donna Damage, a girl that looked more like a man than Joanie ‘Chyna�?Laurer. She injured herself during a huge match, and was forced to vacate the belt. The company I was training with set up a huge tournament, allowing any female within the company to compete for the vacated belt; I signed my name up without hesitation, even though I had very little wrestling training under my belt. Three guys helped to prepare me for the match, and I appreciate every ounce of advice that they’d given me during that time. Luckily, with the minimum training I had, I cemented my spot in the finals, competing against two other ladies in a triple threat for the vacated belt and I walked out with the gold.

No one took me seriously, at first…until they saw the passion, the heart and the dedication that I displayed during that match. To say I amazed people would be a grand understatement. After that match, I took a much more active role in wrestling, even getting more attention then Dom, which slowly started to present some problems. From the encouragement of the company, I flew to the LA area to compete in a huge female tournament against some of the very best along the Indy coastline, and managed to walk out with a lot more experience and a few choice awards that I hold near and dear to me. It was there, that I first met the one woman that saw something in me, that gave me the chance and that really brought the fight out in me; Kandice Blake. She took an immediate liking in me, seeing something in me that really stood out. Even with my lack in experience. She flew to Santa Fe and caught a few more of my matches, even moving down to the area temporarily, to train me. In April of 2006, she set up an interview and audition video and sent it to a company that was up and coming, All-Star Wrestling Alliance. I became one of the first females that they ever signed with the company, and soon to be the only female they continued to book. I was, in more ways then one, the Queen of AWA. And it felt damn good to have an honor like that, still being so new. At the end of May, I became the first ever and only female to hold the AWA Women’s Championship. Holding it for two solid months, I was stripped of the belt…but not in a way that one might think.

Management knew that there was a severe lack in the Women’s Division, and rather then penalizing me for being the only girl there willing to compete, he did away with the entire division, keeping only me, and stripped the belt, retiring it in my honor. It was then, that he announced my arrival in the “men’s division�?allowing me every opportunity that any man would normally have. Of course, things never quite panned out the way I would’ve wanted them to, by August of 2006 the company had closed it’s doors. I continued my venture in wrestling, doing a few Indy gigs here and there, and managed to score up a two year winning streak.

I suffered my first loss �?as sad and tragic as it was for me �?in December of 2007, while competing in a company based out of Ontario, Canada called…dundundun…Ontario Pro. I was on my way to becoming the Ontario Pro Champion and sadly, lost by a single hair. Literally. I knew that, going out there I’d put on the best show I could and give all that I had, and I did that. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t enough to score another win. After Ontario Pro, I suffered a minor set back, having injured myself over the winter break on a sky trip in Aspen and soon enough, I was fully recuperated and back in action. I underwent some training with the great superstar himself, Kevin Sane. He and I became quite close during the course of winter and still are considerably close �?as friends, obviously, and he took me to Japan with him, when he trained and competed there. He really helped to expand my horizons as far as competition goes, and helped to further develop my move set, which has only proven to help me more then hurt me. He built my strength and my confidence and, a great portion of the person I am today, is thanks to him. I also underwent exclusive tutelage with the Dame to Die for herself, Scarlett Manson.

In August I signed with a company that had definitely had it's far share of up's and down's in the industry, Ultimate Pro Wrestling but that venture was short lived. There was way too many things going on there that I just couldn't quite adjust to. Not competitive wise, just morally and -- of course, career-wise. I'd underwent a make-over, dying my blonde hair black but I wasn't willing to compromise everything that made me...well..me...just to satisfy a company that was based of blonde bimbos with balloon's for breasts. It's not who I was, and it wasn't who I wanted to be. I was a wrestler, not a Barbie Doll for hire and, that's when I made the decision to flee the company before I really got a start. Although, I did manage to add an impress four-win streak to my record, which was a pretty awesome "come back" start. Of course, that was back in August and, here we are in December...and yeah, I've signed with a new company...one that, I must admit, I've always wanted to be a part of since it's opening way back in the early part of summer 2007; Pro Wrestling Inc. It's created legends such as Chance Kennedy, and even managed to make legends of yesteryear even bigger legends...if that is possible -- or gramatically correct.

And, in case anyone was wondering…Dom and I…we broke up. After almost ten years together, his true self began to show when he saw the amount of success I was gaining thanks to going pro and having someone like Kandice Blake as my manager, agent and trainer. And, I’m pretty sure, seeing me work so closely with the likes of Kevin Sane and Scarlett Manson, his stomach is certainly turning now. Not to mention the fact that I’ve been successful in virtually everything I’ve done career-wise and he can never step foot in a ring again, do to some major damage done to his knees �?I’m sure he’s kicking himself in the pants for letting something like this �?someone like me �?go. Oh well, his loss, right? It’s been two years since the break-up, and I’ve been happily single since. I’ve proven that I don’t need a man at my side to be successful, to be happy or to enjoy my life. I’ve dated, I’ve had people I was “close to�?�?allow me to elaborate �?people of the opposite sex, I was close to. But never got into a relationship. Unlike some people in this world �?male and female alike �?I don’t need a relationship to justify who I am. I don’t need a man at my side constantly. I guess that’s what makes me so much more different then most others. I rely on no one else but me. Say what you wish about that mindset, but look at my career compared to those that rely on their relationship status to solidify who they are, to display their talents, to get them by. A two-time champion, with only a single career loss in over two years �?including my time in Japan �?I’ve become the virtual Queen of two separate companies and have trained with true legends in the wrestling business. Where are most of them? Sitting on the sidelines, watching as the rest of the world passes them by. I will never do that. I will never be that person.

Sunday, December 21st, 2008 �?12 in the afternoon
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The date was Sunday, December 21st and damn was it cold outside...even for Florida weather. The sun could not have been more transparent, as it hid behind mounds and mounds of cold clouds and cool, brisk weather. Despite the Decemberness that the weather showed off...and the fact that Christmas was less then twenty-four whole days away -- it was still pretty nice weather out. Not as cold as it is in say...New York or something. But still, much colder then us Floridians would've liked for it to be...those of us accustom to the scorching hot sun and beach-like atmosphere of Spring and Summer...and most of Fall...time.

As the noon hour struck, the sounds of �?STRONG>That’s What You Get�?by Paramore filled the silent air. Lying on a clean, shiny glass table, inside of a home filled with pink, black, silver and white, was a pink and black Apple iPhone. It continued to ring, an unrecognizable number appearing on the caller ID and, shortly thereafter, a petite, somewhat tall, raven-haired figure came into play. I had more then just an ample sized chest; I was very well endowed and all natural. Unlike so many in this business, there wasn’t an ounce of fakeness on me, and that’s exactly how I preferred it. Sporting a deep black baby-tee with an imprint of Tinkerbelle from Disney’s Peter Pan on the front, the words “Think Tink�?are written underneath. Its mid-drift bearing, but not completely slutty and covers a majority of my body. The neckline, however, is deep and it’s somewhat tight �?not to mention the bra underneath it is more then likely a push-up, mainly because they were just “in-style�?at the time. So, thanks to all that, my ample chest was barely managing to hang inside the shirt without ripping it right down the middle, but then again, knowing me and my style, I wasn’t known to wear outfits that made me look like a complete and total tramp. Covering the bottom portion of my body was a pair of ripped, figure-fitting jeans. They were denim, but not the dark, dark blue jean type and the ripped style on them was natural and sort of free-flowing. Around my slender waist was a black, stitched belt, much like you’d see when a person wears Dickey branded pants. For the buckle, however, was a huge heart with a black outline and a rhinestone embroidered pink skull in the center. Circling the skull was the phrase “Queen of Hearts�?�?which is what I was most known for. And covering my feet, were a pair of pink and black Vans with black shoe laces. My dark black hair was left down, draping over my slender shoulders. It was somewhat curled, but not completely. For whatever reason, I felt like curling my hair today.

As I stretched across the table, grabbing my phone, I immediately looked at the number. Scrunching my nose up, I noticed that the number was not one that I immediately recognized; however, I accepted the call anyway. �?/SPAN>Hello�?I said, as my soft voice rang through the other end of the phone line. �?FONT color=#ff6699>Hello�?a deeper, more masculine voice replied, through the phone. �?/SPAN>May I speak with Yvette Zam…Zam-a-rypa, please?�?he asked. I let out a soft giggle. It was a common thing, for most people to mispronounce my last name…although, when you actually heard it out loud, your first thought is 'that’s not so hard to pronounce now�? Clearing my throat, trying not to laugh in this gentlemen’s ear, I replied �?/SPAN>This is she�?/FONT>�?with a smile on my face, as I tilted my body to the side some, leaning against one of the chairs at the table. �?/SPAN>Hello, Miss Zam-a-rypa…this Adam Castiel, the owner of Professional Wrestling Inc. And I and my administrative team just finished watching some of the clips that were submitted by your agent, Miss. Kandice Blake. And, if I do say so myself, we were impressed with what we saw. We would love to offer you a full contract with our organization PWI. We’re not a fairly new company, however, we have gone under some recent changes, and would definitely be pleased to meet with you in person, go over the terms of the contract and have you join our group. How does that sound?�?he asked. I had a smile on my face. To say I was utterly giddy would probably be a severe understatement. I was happy as hell and could not wait to sign on the dotted line. I’d seen the company before, I’ve watched a few of the shows, caught a few live, I’ve seen the talent that the company has and it’d be an honor to, not only work with the likes of Adam Castiel, but to be apart of a company again. �?/SPAN>Well, I’d be delighted to meet with you and discuss a contract. I am free any time this week to fly out and have a sit down with you and your administrative team, just let me know when and where and I’ll be there, definitely�?I said, in a rather excited tone.

�?/SPAN>That’s the type of encouragement we’d like to hear�?Adam replied, pretty satisfied himself. �?/SPAN>We’d love for you to be out this week and meet with our team at the next house show which is in Atlanta. We’ll have a ticket in the mail for you today and you should get it before the show. When you arrive, just head from the hotel to the arena and we can discuss things there. My entire team will be on hand to meet with you. Thanks for your time and we look forward to meeting with you�?he said. Before hanging up, however, he chimed in with one more comment. �?/SPAN>Oh, and Miss. Zam-a-rypa, we also got word from your agent that you would like to compete in matches outside of the formalities of the Women’s Division, and we are more then happy to oblige by your request�?he said, which seemed to make Yvette even more happy. I’d had my fair share of women’s division, women’s title, and women’s matches. I definitely wanted to up my game and see how I’d fair against the men in the business. This was my golden opportunity, and the fact that PWI was willing to give in to my one, lowly little request, definitely made me feel more at ease in signing with the company. �?/SPAN>Sure�?I responded, in a very giddy tone. �?/SPAN>I will be expecting that letter in the mail and I look forward to meeting with you later this week. Thanks so much!�?I continued, trying to stay as professional as possible, even though I wanted to scream louder then all hell!

I was finally getting a huge break in my career and could not be any more excited now, then ever before. As we hung up the phones, I placed mine on the desk with a smile on my face. �?/SPAN>Perfect�?I exclaimed, as I gently rolled my tongue along my bottom lip. �?/SPAN>I cannot wait to meet with them�?I said, with a smile on my face. As I turned, I looked at my phone one final time, before laying it back on the glass table. The ringer was still on, obviously, as I sauntered towards the kitchen in aim of some food and a cold beverage. This Sunday was starting off pretty okay, if I do say so myself and…by later this week…I’ll have a contract with a company again. Could my world be anymore perfect right now?!

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 �?7 in the evening
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Days had passed, since I received that prized phone call, and the closer time grew for me to actually sit down and meet with Mr. Castiel and his crew, the more excited I’d become. Finally, the day was upon us and, for whatever reason, I was dressed to impress. In more ways then one. As I parked my 2008 Onyx Black, Cadillac Escalade truck in the parking garage that was designated for the staff of the arena and the stars of PWI, I slowly exited the vehicle. The heels of my slightly platform, leather knee boots hit the concrete ground. They laced up the front and had little pink skulls embroidered in the heel part of the shoe. As I walked around the car, closing the door shut and activating the alarm, I looked at my surroundings. They were pretty satisfying, to be honest. My attention turned to the arena’s doors, as I ran one of my black painted fingernails through my slick, long, raven-black hair. The light breeze that was blowing in tonight’s wind -- and despite it being December and only two days left before Christmas, it really wasn't as cold as one would think it would be...for winter time anyway -- seemed to blow my hair about some, and it was up to me to fix it. As I ran my hand down my attire for this evening, I adjusted the micro-mini I was wearing tonight. It was black and cheerleader cropped with a single pink lining around the bottom. The top was pink as well, to match the lining of the skirt, and had a black Bad Kitty imprint across the center of my chest. It was slightly low-cut, but I still maintained a style that kept me out of the sluts-r-us category, without having to hide all of my sex appeal. The sleeves on the shirt stopped right at the top of my arms, just around the shoulders and showed off a majority of my silky smooth, naturally tanned, skin tone. As I aimed for the doors, I showed the attending security man the badge and pass that was left for me at the hotel, allowing me access into the arena. He instructed me of the direction that I needed to head, in order to meet with Mr. Castiel, and off I went, in that direction.

I was fairly certain that the security guard was checking me out as I walked away �?most of them did when they came across pretty ladies, but I never turned my attention to him. Not even to wave goodbye or for a general smile.

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 �?8:45 in the evening
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An hour and forty-five minutes after my original arrival at tonight’s venue, I reemerged from the confines of Mr. Castiel’s office. Shaking hands with a few of his constituents, my contract had been signed and as of 7:30 pm, I was an official PWI contracted star. I was excited, knowing full well that sometime within the next week or two; I’d be having my very first match. And that was pretty damn exciting. Taking in the sights and sounds that I’d soon become quite accustomed to, I saw a few of the people I would be working with over the course of…well…until my contract ran out or the company closed its doors �?whichever happened first. I was pretty excited to be signed to a new company, and, though some of the stars I managed to run into gave me snarled glares and snobbish looks �?the likes of legends like Chance Kennedy and Ambika Renton -- I still felt pretty damn confident about my career and journey with PWI. Okay so, maybe the look from Ambika wasn't exactly snobbish, but she did size me up…pretty sure she’d known by now that I was future competition for her. Those two were like the Trish Stratus and Lita of PWI; only…a lot less manish looking and a lot more skilled and talented, athletically speaking. I’d manage to come across girls like Chance quite often in my life. Girls �?and even guys �?like her were a dime a dozen. She’d begun judging me before actually getting to know me; assuming that I was just some piece of fresh meat that she could easily devour and, soon enough would devour. What she  didn’t seem to understand, though, was that I was a lot more then some “newb�?that she’d be able to beat the crap out of. Of course, in the back of my mind...as I walked by her…I wondered what would really happen should she and I ever come face to face inside the squared circle. Well, that and…I happened to catch a quick scan of the bracelt she'd been wearing that night and began thinking...'btw; I like your charm bracelet' -- an obviously self-designed charm bracelet...dedicated to herself, her accomplishments and her always fashionable style…mixed with her not-so-fashionable lifestyle.

TO BE CONTINUED BY�?ANYONE…I GUESS.